Llaydon
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Information
Player: Sasail
Character Full Name: Llaydon Callastone
Character In-Game Name: Llaydon
Nickname(s): Llay, Llaydo, The Kid, Kid, Kiddo, Youngin', Calla, Calls, Don
Association(s): Stormwind. The Shires of the Eastern Kingdom, The Commoner's Party, The Commoner's Militia, Northshire Abbey
Race: Human
Class: Warrior (Ranged: Crossbow)
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Hair: Chocolate brown and tied back in a ponytail.
Eyes: Blue
Build: Medium hight, slightly bulky build for a woman as tall as her.
Appearance
Llaydon's armor consists of a leather upper body with a set of plated shorts with a pair of dark blue/ grey striped pants worn underneath, chain boots, a crossbow, dagger and shield.
Other: Is actually a bastard child as her mother had several affairs with unknown men on her travels.
Personality
Llaydon is a straight talking person and calls it as she sees it with little regard to consequence or causing offense. Her mouth is usually a problem and has can cause her in a bit of trouble with others. She is also easily impressed by others as she has achieved very little in her life and is not very boastful of herself.
History
"Llaaaaaaaaydon! Llaydon! LLAYDON, YOU LAZY SOD! Get out of bed and set up the stalls already! The sun has risen already, kiddo!"
A rude awakening or what? Not the best way to start my story, I tell ya'.
So yeah, that bellowing. That's my father. Kenneth is his name. Almost as short like a Dwarf but almost twice as wide. He expects me to do all the men's work because because the blob of a man can't seem to get around to doing anything himself and he has the nerve to call me lazy! Yeah... Right.
So anyway, I lived in in a horse drawn caravan with my Hilda and Kenneth, ma parents. We traveled around Stormwind and its neighbouring shires selling knick-knacks and just general crap my parents have picked up on their travels they had before I was born. Charms, bracelets, interesting rocks, feathers. We had it all.
Those two parents of mine have been pretty far and wide collecting their garbage from 'exotic' destinations and trying to palm it off to the Humans in Stormwind. Apparently I was conceived around Gadgetzan or something like that. At least that's what my mother said. She said that being born in such a climate is the reason why my complexion is darker than my folk's. It sounded pretty convincing to me.
Anyway, back to the story! My father was waddling around the caravan, attempting to draw in customers. It was a pretty tough crowd out there. Penny pinchers they were. Then again, it was Goldshire. I swear, Goldshire is the only place I've seen people try and sneak in their own ale because of the prices.
So there I was, arranging the wares that were going to sold that day and my mother approaches me with her usual friendly smile. She was always smiling. It was a tad unnatural to me. She walked past me, patting me on the shoulder as she went and she said this.
"Make this last day count, Llay. You've had a good journey."
I really had no idea what she was talking about. Then again, that wasn't out of the ordinary for my mother. She had always tried to act spiritual and deep. No one bought it and thought she was a bit full of herself. I think that's why she didn't have many friends around the shires.
It was pretty much an ordinary day. Sun shining, birds chirping, the usual riff-raff coming out of the inn and the same farmers complaining about Kobolds terrorizing their families. One or two people came and bought something. I think we made enough to put dinner on the table. We always ate at the inn while at Goldshire. It was better than any of our cooking and it was fairly cheap. I love the broths. Chicken especially.
So as I was saying, it was a normal day and it went past pretty uneventful as 'normal' days do. It wasn't until we were packing up our goods when I noticed something wasn't right. Ma' and Pa' were talking to each other for one. That was never a good sign as they had a pretty strained relationship. I think there was some infidelity a while back. They kept looking at me too! My father would twirl his mustache around his index finger whenever he looked in my direction and my mother... Well- she was smiling as always.
I finished packing of the goods for the day and my parents approached me. Now that I think back they could have at least helped! Lugging a large table up a set of steps into a caravan isn't all that easy. So my father being the 'man' of the family, even if his man-boussoms would say otherwise, decided to be the speaker of the two and started the conversation.
"Llaydon, my girl!" He said sounding pretty cheerful.
I just responded with a grunt. I was sweaty, hungry and tired from the work.
"Well, my girl. You're eighteen now and we've coddled you for too long. It's time, Llaydon. It's time for you to go."
I was pretty confused with what was going on. Since when was I coddled by these two? If anything I did all their work for them like some sort of child-slave. All they really gave me was food.
"Where am I goin'? Are we relocating to sell this stuff elsewhere?" I asked.
They both laughed. Like, REALLY laughed. I was still pretty confused and my father handed a small sack of today's income and a letter before he headed inside the caravan. My mother just hoisted herself up on the horse and looked over her shoulder and nodding.
"Seeya, Llay-Llay!" She hollered as she flicked the horses reins and caravan started moving away from me.
Now, I didn't really take this in stride. I was shocked at first... Then angry. I won't mention the things I yelled at them but it wasn't nice. I even tried running after the caravan but I was tired so I didn't go far. Turns out the day wasn't that normal after all.
So here I am. Abandoned at Goldshire with nothing but the clothes on my back, a few silver from what had been sold and a letter.
Oh and you thought the letter would have sweet things and excuses written inside, right? WRONG! Here. Here's what it read:
Llaydon,
Try to marry a rich man. We love you and might need a proper house one day.
-Mum & Dad
So that's what happened. That's how I wound up in Goldshire. Do you know the first thing I did after that happened? No?
I got something to eat. Chicken broth. I'm telling ya', it's not that bad.
